Novel & Cerita How To Live As A Villain Chapter 1

He had been living in this A/N: Chapter 1 to 5 might seem a little bit slow vut just trust the process, it gets way hotter from 6. slow and steady...

Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 16 ; Hell 1 Feedback / Question :

Hello, readers! We are officially approaching the explosive climax of Volume 1 at Chapter 26. Kaela's journey is a three-volume book, and writing this first instalment has been an absolute joy. I want to extend a huge, heartfelt thank you to everyone who has added this story to their libraries and supported my daily updates. Your support means everything to me. Volume 1 is all about Kaela’s survival and self-discovery. She had to learn who she truly is inside a brutal world she didn’t design, uncover dark secrets that were hidden from her, and finally step into her own raw, dangerous power.

Then felt my eyes sting as I let out a soft laugh. I looked into his deep, steady eyes and saw myself reflected there, clear and unwavering. “Edwin, I love you too.” In my mind, the final golden comment drifted slowly across: [Congratulations on rewriting your ending. The villainess has risen. The devoted lover wins his girl. Wishing Yuna and Edwin a lifetime of happiness together.]

"So, Alpha, how does it feel to meet your demise? Your reign ends here." Rowland, though weakened and bloodied, met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "You underestimate the strength of unity and loyalty. Our pack will prevail, even in the face of darkness." The second villain, a cunning wolf with piercing yellow eyes, cackled menacingly. "Unity? Loyalty? Such feeble ideals. We will crush your pack and make you witness its downfall." As they closed in for the final assault, a surge of power surged through me, transforming my stance. My eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and my voice dripped with an eerie calmness. "You will not lay a paw on him. Not while I draw breath."

A faint, thrilling heat began to uncoil in her stomach. "If your son knew his father was sleeping with the woman he loves, I imagine he'd be quite horrified," Nicha sneered. The petite woman made a move to get up and leave. This middle-aged man was simply far too charismatic. Even though he was approaching his fifties, his magnetism was undeniably dangerous. "I'm not the only villain here, Nicha. You're just as wicked as I am," Chayon said, his jaw tightening. "And so what?" the younger woman fired back.

My heart froze when the tip stopped in my direction. “She used magic!” I turned to Leon. “Isn’t that supposed to be against the rules?” “Are you scared already, weakling?” She smirked. Weak what? “Bring. It. On.” “Truth or dare?” My fingers greased my stilettos slightly. “Truth.” “Hmm... let’s see.” Ivella inspected her fingers before turning back to me. “How does it feel knowing you will not be alive long enough to graduate? For someone as powerless as you, it’s obvious you won’t survive. So tell me, how does it feel?”

My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer.

THE VILLAIN Written By: Rosapearl EPISODE FOURTEEN I was still checking myself in front of the mirror when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was my mum again. she is never tired of an argument, she love to know everything going on. I don't blame her though that is how our family is. we carry each other burden. "Nor again mum" I yelled, Miller open the door and I was stunned to see Miller. I buried my face in my hand like a soldier that just lost a battle.

For anything that felt like a loose thread she could pull. The afternoon light faded, painting the library in long shadows. Vivian Ashworth, the transmigrated soul in the villainess’s skin, hunched over ancient pages, no longer just a passive victim of the plot. The role of the villain had been thrust upon her, but perhaps, just perhaps, she could use its expected ruthlessness for a different purpose: uncovering the truth. The performance had begun, but beneath the surface, the investigation was underway. Her survival depended on playing the part while dismantling the script from within. The weight of the villain’s role was crushing, but within it, she was starting to find the sharp edges sh